His Pick Up Line
In the Golf Club Barroom he buys the Miss a wine
Any plans for the weekend he uses his 'pick up line'
To one the first time he had spoken to though he had seen her on the street
She thinks this so nice of him he seems rather sweet.
She looks up her diary nothing on she say
He says what about a movie after dinner on saturday
She says that would be a pleasure I'm glad that we did meet
Looking forward to the date thank you for the treat.
On saturday at the movies he steals his first kiss
From the dark haired brown eyed one the beautiful young Miss
Later on they have sex love between them grow
Now she's heavily pregnant fruits of love do show.
Soon they are to marry she will be his wife
Seems like that to his pick up line he is tied to for life
Already six months pregnant with a young one on the way
This is how things happen such is life they say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Big Mal
This saturday his team were defeated and after the game in the pub
Big Mal was not in the mood for talking or singing the anthem of his club
Beaten by a point in a thriller but he does not take pride in an honourable defeat
To him victory only matter and winning to him always sweet.
Big Mal he has never played football though football plays a huge part in his life
The football team he supports to him as important as his young son or his beautiful wife
When his team as he calls them win he feels happy but losses he finds hard to take
But after each win he feels happy what a difference a victory can make.
Big Mal is a likeable fellow and so much about him to like
He does not drive his car when he's drinking he cycles to and from the pub on his pushbike
He says I need my driver's licence for work and at the weekend to watch my team play
My wife and son and my football team to me most important he say.
This saturday his team were the losers and Big Mal not happy at all
He feels sad on such an occasion and he never talks of football
But he has next weekend to look forward to and next saturday and sunday night
A win in the pub he may be celebrating and laughing aloud in delight.
poem by Francis Duggan
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High 'n' Dry
Saturday, i feel right
I been drinking all day
Yes i got a date, a midnight ride
I had to get it away
Yeah, i'm not a loner, i'm not a fool
Don't need a reason, reason to be cool
I got my whiskey, i got my wine
I got my woman, and this time the lights are going out
(saturday night) high
(saturday night) high 'n' dry
(saturday night) i'm high
(saturday night) high 'n' dry
Ow, i feel bad, i feel mean
I'm up and down and in between
On the bottle, i'm on the line
I'm up and feeling fine
Oh take me high
Saturday, kickin' out, her train was comin' to me
I gotta move, number one
Saturday night on the run
(saturday night) high
(saturday night) high 'n' dry
(saturday night) got my whiskey
(saturday night) got my wine
(saturday night) got my woman
(saturday night) high 'n' dry
You gotta try me tonight
song performed by by Def Leppard
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Saturday Night
(annie roboff/tim nichols)
Every week it comes round
With a feel like new years eve
Get dressed, de-stressed, tonight I couldnt care less
Take a look at me
So I put myself together
Paint my lips and lashes on
cause I know theres someone out there
Wantin me to come along
Its the night of the week when my dreams hit the street
With boots and blue jeans on
Take a shot at romance, do I stand a chance
Will destiny be good to me
Its the thrill of the kiss that on
Monday Ill miss
When I look back and say
Well, oh my lord you should have seen me saturday
Saturday, oh saturday night
Marys got a mustang
We all pile in
Downtown, top down, rockin while we ride around
Let the night begin
Im just searchin for a dreamer
Wholl steal my heart away
Strong and shy with I dare you eyes
And a smile who lights the way
Its the night of the week when my dreams hit the street
With boots and blue jeans on
Take a shot at romance, do I stand a chance
Will destiny be good to me
Its the thrill of the kiss that on
Monday Ill miss
When I look back and say
Well, oh my lord you should have seen me saturday
Saturday, oh saturday night
Five days out of seven slavin
I need one thats just for me
Its the thrill of the kiss that on
Monday Ill miss
When I look back and say
Well oh my lord you should have seen my saturday
Oh saturday, saturday, saturday,
Oh saturday night
song performed by by Jo Dee Messina
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Old Brown Shoe
I want a love that's right but right is only half of what's wrong.
I want a short haired girl who sometimes wears it twice as long.
Now i'm stepping out this old brown shoe, baby, i'm in love with you.
I'm so glad you came here, it won't be the same now, i'm telling you.
You know you pick me up from where some try to drag me down
And when i see your smile replace every thoughtless frown.
Got me escaping from this zoo, baby, i'm in love with you.
I'm so glad you came here, it won't be the same now when i'm with you.
If i grow up i'll be a singer wearing rings on every finger.
Not worrying what they or you say i'll live and love and maybe someday
Who knows, baby, you may comfort me.
I may appear to be imperfect, my love is something you can't reject.
I'm changing faster than the weather if you and me should get together
Who knows, baby, you may comfort me.
That love of your, to miss that love is something i'd hate.
I'll make an early start, i'm making sure that i'm not late.
For you sweet top lip i'm in the queue, baby, i'm in love with you.
I'm so glad you came here, it won't be the same now when i'm with you.
I'm so glad you came here, it won't be the same now when i'm with you.
song performed by by Beatles
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Here Comes The Weekend
Every shape of every word you say that breaks the silence of an ordinary day. every look that seems to mystify, every single smile that spins me to the sky. it makes me wanna run, it makes me wa
Ide. cos youre the only one that makes me come alive. its getting closer now and darker by the hour.
It only goes to show that here it comes, here comes the weekend and Im on my own again with a saturday in the rain. here it comes, here comes the weekend. the fine line from pleasure to pain is
Ng me cry. when will I see you again?
Every breath, every vision you make. every chance in love you love to take. every move that seems to alter my world. every dream Ive had about this boy and this girl. it makes me wanna run, it
Me wanna hide cos youre the only one that makes my love alive and time is running fast into a new goodbye.
It only goes to show that here it comes, here comes the weekend, another walk down that lonely lane, another sunday that feels the same. here it comes, here comes the weekend. the fine line from
Sure to pain is making me cry. when will I see you again?
song performed by by Roxette
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The Ballad Of Rose O Shea
She lived with her blind mother beside a purling stream
In their little white washed cottage in the Valley of Rosheen
Her hair as dark as raven's wing and her eyes blue as ripened sloes
The sightless widow's only child the lovely maid named Rose.
Her blind and bedridden mother of chronic cancer died
And she sold the little white washed cot in Rosheen country side
And she left the green vale of Rosheen and Rosheen bogland brown
And sailed across the Irish sea for to live in London Town.
She settled in to City life this sweet Irish colleen
And she grew used to London traffic and the bustling city scene
She worked and saved some money and she earned her livelihood
As a bar maid in a bar room in London's Cricklewood.
It was here she met the man she loved the man she was to wed
An English son of an Irishman a red haired chap named Fred
And on a blustery morn in March a rainy saturday
Miss Rose Reen from Rosheen became Mrs Rose O Shea.
Ah but Fred he was a wild one a wild, wild man was he
He liked his drink and women and he spent his money free
He liked whiskey and women and was unfaithful to his wife
And he proved unsuited for marriage and the married way of life.
In a London hospital maternity ward on a pleasant August morn
A baby son to Rose O Shea and her husband Fred was born
And Rose was now a mother and Fred he was a dad
And Freddy junior was the name they gave the little lad.
But the added responsibility did not reform Fred Shea
And in the bar rooms at the weekends he still spent most of his pay
He had grown tired of his wife Rose like a bored child with his toy
And he showed very little interest in his little baby boy.
Fred found himself a new love a sexy little miss
And his relationship with her went further than a kiss
He walked out on his Irish wife and his young baby son
And he went to live with his new love his golden haired loved one.
The dark haired female from Rosheen erred in her marriage choice
And for her costly error she paid a heartbreak price
She took her son to orphan home with aching breaking heart
And with her blue eyed six months baby boy a tearful Rose did part.
In life it's very easy lose and very hard to win
And women often times suffer at the hands of callous men
And some women forced to part with their young babe like Mrs Rose O Shea
And for some life's a punishment or so 'twould seem that way.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Little Left Over
I work my fingers to the bone
But you wont hear me cry and moan
A workin man dont need no welfare line
Well Ill never be a millionaire
And frankly I dont even care
cause all I need to have a real good time
Is a little left over
On saturday night
If my bills are paid my plans are made
And everythings alright
Put on my ropers and them wranglers fittin tight
Got a little left over
And its saturday night
I dont drink but I love to dance
With those sweet young things in their cowboy hats
These country girls will be the death of me
If thats the way I gotta go
Lord I hope I die real slow
till I do Ill tell you all I need
Chorus
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Football His Diversion
He is not getting on with his unhappy wife
His Football Club his diversion from his problems in life
He looks forward to the weekend through each working day
To cheer on his team such is life some do say.
He and his wife seem to have little in common at all
She does not have any interest in football
And their nineteen year old daughter is living elsewhere
Experiencing life in the big World out there.
With his mates in the pub football stories they share
A diversion for them from their every care
Than football no greater passion in their lives they can name
To them it is more far more than a game.
It would seem love in their marriage it is of the past
But then few things in life ever do seem to last
On saturday he barracks for his team whilst she
Is with her friend in the cafe enjoying afternoon tea.
poem by Francis Duggan
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When You Kiss Me
When we kiss me
I know you miss me
When you kiss me
You know you want to be with me
When you kiss me
you take the world off my shoulders
When you kiss me
you want me in your arms tonight
When you kiss me
I always think of you
When you kiss me
I miss your soft lips
When we go out to the movies
We always kiss in the movie
When you kiss me
you take away my breathe
When you kiss me
you take my soul away
When you kiss me
I know you miss me
When you kiss me
You take away my pains
When you kiss me
I felt like walking on clouds
When you kiss me
You make the world go away
When you kiss me
I will love you more.
:)
poem by James Wilhoite
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Hurricane Cindy
What's that piece of ass i see walking over here?
What's that piece of ass to me, who is she standing near?
And when i walk on a cyclone
You should see it get rolling
Over my heart and emotion inside me
They go rolling inside me
Hold me close and never let me go
All my life i've wanted you to know
A few things 'bout me
I feel beautiful today
Lovely, beautiful
Saturday, saturday, saturday, saturday
Saturday, saturday, what's on the heel?
Saturday, saturday, saturday, saturday
What's on the heel, what's on the heel?
And when i walk on a cyclone
You should see it get rolling
Over my heart and emotion inside me
They go rolling inside me
Put it on the stereo and play
All my life i've wanted you to say
A few things 'bout me
I feel beautiful today
Lovely, beautiful
Saturday, saturday, saturday, saturday
Saturday, saturday, what's on the heel?
Saturday, saturday, saturday, saturday
What's on the heel, what's on the heel?
And when i walk on a cyclone
You should see it get rolling
Over my heart and emotions inside me
They go rolling inside me
And when i walk it's a riot
You should see the commotion
A hundred people drowning in oceans inside me
They go rolling inside me
Inside me
Inside me
"that's for cindy crawford.
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Snowballs
If I could borrow from the future
And Id spend it with you, darling, in a very special
Id treat you to a sundae on a saturday afternoon
And wed spend the night together throwing snowballs at the moon
Wed be aiming high and wed be aiming low,
Winding up together, lord, and lettin them snowballs go
And after every throw wed share a little kiss
Make sweet love together every time wed miss
Oh Id like to meet the artist who painted up the sky
And Id ask him what that color was he brushed against your eyes
And could he paint a picture of two lovers in one balloon
Who go flying off together to throw snowballs at the moon
Wed be aiming high, wed be aiming low
Winding up together, lord and letting them snowballs go
And after every throw wed share a little kiss
Make sweet love together everytime wed miss
If we could stop the world from spinning take it nice and slow I bet that we could hit once just before we go
But we keep aiming high, we keep aiming low chorus
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Seeger's Theme
by David Gates
Monday had a sad child,
Always feeling low down.
Tuesday had a dream child,
She's always on the go
So I'm in love with Saturday's child.
Every time you take her out at night
(She drives me wild)
You want to kiss and hold her way up tight,
(Gonna spend my time)
You can tell the future's looking bright.
(Making sure that Saturday's child is mine)
If you love a Wednesday,
You live your life apart now.
And if you love a Thursday,
She's gonna break your heart
So I'm in love with Saturday's child.
Every time you hold her close you'll see
(She drives me wild)
You can feel the furor that's gonna be,
(Gonna spend my time)
Now the future has a guarantee.
(Making sure that Saturday's child is mine)
Seven days of the week made to choose from,
But only one is right for me.
I know that Saturday's got what it takes, babe,
I can tell by the way she looks at me.
SOLO
Ohh...
Friday likes a good life,
She'll take you for a ride, now.
And Sunday makes a good wife,
She wants to be your bride
So I'm in love with Saturday's child.
Every time you take her out at night
(She drives me wild)
You want to kiss and hold her way up tight
(Gonna spend my time)
You can tell the future's looking bright.
(Making sure that Saturday's child is mine)
(Saturday's child)
Every time you take her out at night
(She drives me wild)
You want to kiss and hold her way up tight
(Gonna spend my time)
You can tell the future's looking bright.
(Making sure that Saturday's child is mine)
(Saturday's child)
(fade out)
song performed by by Monkees
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Pikcha
Pikcha, pick, cap, hip;
Sarah is pregnant!
Spiritual River,
Spiritual Blues,
Recorded,
On demand;
Held, beheld!
But, Sarah is pregnant.
Morning sickness,
Expecting a baby;
Lines, linesman!
A luscious dinner,
But, Sarah is pregnant.
Pikcha, pick, cap, hip;
One by one,
Pose, repose!
The open goal,
As cold as snow;
Surely it was easier to score it! !
Because, the goal post was empty;
And now, she's expecting a baby.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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26 Years Old
From Adam to me,
And of the experiences of my life without an exercise;
For i have no diet on this issue because,
You can't stop my heart from loving you.
It is a taboo in the law for a girl to be pregnant before marriage,
So if you want to marry me then i am ready;
And come and see my parents on this issue of love so sweet.
I am 26 years old and i am a virgin,
And of my culture and my people to the world so sweet;
So come and see my parents if you are ready to marry me,
For it is a taboo over here for a girl to be pregnant before marriage!
I love you deeply and you really know that,
So come and transform me with your care and let us get married;
For it takes a sincere love to make a better home and,
My black hair and my sweet body will be there for you always.
Acquire the necessities and come and marry me,
Because i cannot jump over this gun that is set before me!
For i am inexperience to the game of love and,
You need to marry me and take me through all the lessons of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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He Often Thinks Of Rosie
He often thinks of Rosie where might she be today?
Is she still back home in Derry from here long miles away
For three years they were an item but for them things did not work out
As often can happen in love affairs between one from a Northern Land and one from a Land in the far South.
He did not wish to live over there and in Melbourne she would not stay
Nostalgia won out over love or so 'twould seem that way
She went back home to Derry though he had asked her to become his wife
Young Rosie she was homesick a natural thing in life.
His wife and he have parted ways they have a year old son
The love died in their marriage he is not the first or he won't be the last one
To know of marriage failure such is life I do suppose
Yet his greatest love will always be the lovely brown haired Derry Rose.
He often thinks of Rosie they parted ways six years ago
He loved her and he always will though apart they did grow
Nostalgia won out over love in their case anyway
She went back home to Derry and home in Melbourne he did stay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Ave Maria
Mothers of America
let your kids go to the movies
get them out of the house so they won't
know what you're up to
it's true that fresh air is good for the body
but what about the soul
that grows in darkness, embossed by
silvery images
and when you grow old as grow old you
must
they won't hate you
they won't criticize you they won't know
they'll be in some glamorous
country
they first saw on a Saturday afternoon or
playing hookey
they may even be grateful to you
for their first sexual experience
which only cost you a quarter
and didn't upset the peaceful
home
they will know where candy bars come
from
and gratuitous bags of popcorn
as gratuitous as leaving the movie before
it's over
with a pleasant stranger whose apartment
is in the Heaven on
Earth Bldg
near the Williamsburg Bridge
oh mothers you will have made
the little
tykes
so happy because if nobody does pick
them up in the movies
they won't know the difference
and if somebody does it'll be
sheer gravy
and they'll have been truly entertained
either way
instead of hanging around the yard
or up in their room hating you
prematurely since you won't have done
anything horribly mean
yet
except keeping them from life's darker joys
it's unforgivable the latter
so don't blame me if you won't take this
advice
and the family breaks up
and your children grow old and blind in
front of a TV set
seeing
movies you wouldn't let them see when
they were young
poem by Frank O'Hara
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Don't Miss My Love
Don't miss my love,
Don't miss my care,
Do't miss my romance,
Don't miss my passion,
Don't miss my emotion,
Don't miss my kiss,
Don't miss my plans!
For you are all that is in my mind;
And like the muse of your love,
But try to remember me always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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It Is Thanks To Money
It is thanks to money that he has a beautiful young wife
And it is thanks to money that he lives the good life
And though he earned his fortune in the honest way
Money speaks every language as some like to say.
It is thanks to money that others him do admire
And of singing his praises some cannot seem to tire
Were he a retired working class fellow few of him would know
You win more admirers as your bank account grow.
In his early seventies his young wife his wife number three
With him she will never know of poverty
A dark haired beauty of twenty five the same age as his oldest grand-son
Money does speak every language when all is said and done.
Together they walk hand in hand down the street
His gray hair dyed dark brown so full of self conceit
He is a self made multi millionaire for to give him his due
But that money speaks every language happens to be true.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Young, Dumb and Beautiful
Young, dumb and beautiful
She is everything I need
Young, dumb and beautiful
She means the world to me
Young, dumb and beautiful
A flower for the world to see
Young, dumb and beautiful
So glad she loves me
I used to stare into her eye's in awe
The passion we shared made my heart fall
I hope she knows she means the world to me
Never thought someone so beautiful would ever love me
So many countless nights I yearned for true love
Prayed for God to send me an angel from above
Now I know that some prayers come true
Because every morning when I wake its next to you
Young, dumb and beautiful
Thank you for being mine
Young, dumb and beautiful
A love to grow with time
As I hold your hand down this bright road.
Gonna tell you something that Ive never told.
Want you to know I love you so.
Let us share our hearts forever more.
Young, dumb and beautiful
Blow a kiss into the breeze
Young, dumb and beautiful
She's brought me to my knee's
poem by Lance Carthen
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Take My Hand (Zanila Rhyme)
Take my hand and I will show the way
to a place better than this
kiss me and tell me how you miss me
and we will find a kind of sweet bliss.
Let me loose myself in your sweet care
while life is at its sheer best,
tell me how you miss me and kiss me
while we do not care about the rest.
Dance romantic with me through the night
in a strange togetherness,
kiss me and tell me how you miss me
while you smile with utter gracefulness.
Every day as life carries on
you will still be in my heart,
tell me how you miss me and kiss me,
let us never from each other part.
poem by Gert Strydom
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